Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.